Written as cinnabar mole, pronounced as mosquito blood
This is the story of a second-rate guy, Long Aotian, who travels to Jinjiang Wengwen to become a portable grandfather.
By the way, of course the hindrance skills are full
I am seriously thinking, does such a second-rate guy really have any CP at all?
＊IQ is a flaw, whoever calls me a master will be fooled＊
Friendly reminder: You can't see handsome BOSS here, only collapse, collapse and collapse again
PS: I'm back to practice pen writing. I don't know if it will be completed. I'll update it soon if someone has good character.